"Xingye, can you hear me?"
He leaned slightly forward, his voice extremely soft, cautiously asking her. His tone was gentle, as though afraid of startling her.
Bai Siyao asked the unresponsive Chi Xingye this question for a long time.
At last, her pale face, adorned by her long and thick eyelashes, registered a slight movement in response.
Subsequently, her unfocused gaze finally gained a bit of depth.
Bai Siyao let out a sigh of relief but his heart tightened immediately.
In Chi Xingye's eyes, a shimmer began to twinkle. Her icy body started to tremble beneath the covers.
Her tightly pursed lips let out a restrained, helpless, pained, and low sob.
Bai Siyao's heartache was beyond measure.
Sitting down by the side of the bed, he held Chi Xingye, who was in bed, in his arms, patting her back rhythmically as he would to coax a child, and murmured, "Xingye, if you want to cry, just let it out. You will feel better after crying."
Finally, Chi Xingye burst into tears.
